I'm only five years old.

Sitting here, shivering because I've just eaten half a litre of ice-cream, is another proof for my theory, that I didn't really grew up.

And even with my sister babbling like a pirate the whole time, I forgot to talk like a pirate. This can't go on:
Aye, where's me bottle o' rum?

ETA:Not only does she talk like a pirate, she's also supposed to be ill. I think at the moment, the only thing she is is bored. Just now the printer produced a meaningfull message for me:
BUH!